“yo chocolate milk for breakfast kid one leg of your sweatpants rolled up scrounging at the bottom of your mama’s purse for bus fare and gum”— Eve Ewing, theroot.com
“Listen he says to the way I’ll never kiss you again. Whistle of a train breaking from the floorboards, music of wet cement, sweet Black and Mild through a vent, and this is not the end, but it is almost the end. The something still to be done. The pruning of shrubs. Do anything. Please.”— Michelle Dominique Burk, narrativemagazine.com